16/F/nonexistent Just random rambles by sleep deprived, insomniac, three am me.
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The self-love buried in her sandy brown eyes Waiting for the wind to settle down To have a clear vision of who she is She's growing a deep rooted tree embedded with self-doubt Only if she knew her tears are watering the tree Strengthening her biggest rivalry
Music brings this chilling feeling. I talk alone to my white ceiling. Their invasion feels like silent stealing. I crack and break as my walls keep peeling. Is this sensation truly healing?
It’s a heavy weight to carry, This life you gave me, In exchange for your own. I don’t mean to be ungrateful when I sob to you “I don’t want to keep on living either”